Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Bosnia Herzegovina and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Electric Light Orchestra to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Pet Shop Boys,
DNA,
The Red Krayola,
Aural Exciters,
Ice-T,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Model 500,
Mr. Review,
Max Romeo,
Anthony Braxton,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Marvin Gaye,
The Misunderstood,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Todd Rundgren,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Vainqueur,
Matthew Halsall,
Warsaw,
Liliput,
Infiniti,
Ultra Naté,
Yellowson,
The Velvet Underground,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
China Crisis,
Accadde A,
Tom Boy,
Audionom,
The American Breed,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Alton Ellis,
Jerry's Kids,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kaleidoscope,
The Cure,
Basic Channel,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mandrill,
The Doobie Brothers,
Janne Schatter,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fear,
Essential Logic,
Al Stewart,
Donald Byrd,
Brothers Johnson,
Wolf Eyes,
Icehouse,
U.S. Maple,
Blossom Toes,
The Beau Brummels,
One Last Wish,
Agent Orange,
Robert Wyatt,
Hot Snakes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Offenders,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.